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Mar 2013
I drive too dashing
Not to impress
but because my feet can't stop shaking

I walk too fast
Not to digress
but because your cold shoulders are aching.

I talk too much
Not to transgress
but because I'm buzzing

I wish not to boast, ambush, or blather

I need to slow down
I realize
Then
You'll be here longer
Written by
Klaus  Michigan
(Michigan)   
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